The voice of God spoke As the teenager opens their eyes, they find themselves in a vast, empty void. A voice echoes through the nothingness. "Welcome, my child. You are the latest soul to be awakened in this endless void. I am God, the creator of all things."
"So I'm dead."he said
"In a manner of speaking, yes," God responds gently. "Your physical body has ceased to exist in the world you once knew. But your essence, your soul, remains intact. And now, I have a proposition for you." The voice pauses, as if waiting for his response.
"Like what?"
"A second chance," God says, the voice carrying both warmth and gravity. "You will be reborn—on Earth-3897. The Invincible universe." A faint image materializes, showing a teenage boy with dark hair and brown eyes.
Pause.
"Invincible You mean that guy who can't win a fight with out getting his ass beat."
The void seems to ripple with something close to amusement. "Mark Grayson is a work in progress," God admits, voice tinged with something like pride and weariness. "He learns through pain. Through failure. Through getting his ass handed to him, as you so aptly put it."
"You will be reborn in that world but you will not be powerless." he says as a wheel appeared on it where the names of many characters like goku, Gojo, Superman and many more. "you will possess the powers of whoever this lands on."he says
"Okay this I can work with."
"Good," God says, the wheel beginning to spin rapidly. Names blur past—Goku, Gojo, Superman, Saitama, Naruto, Luffy, Thor, Scarlet Witch, Madara, Ichigo, All Might, Tanjiro, Deku, Todoroki... the wheel spins faster, names flashing like strobes.
"But fair warning," God cautions,
"There's no power without cost. Each choice will shape who you become in that world—and the legacy you leave behind."
Finally, the wheel slows... stopping on...
Superboy prime
"Superboy Prime," God murmurs, the name carrying a hint of something almost like a warning. The wheel turns still. "A being of immense power, yes. But also a being of immense instability. His strength is nearly unlimited, his will... unpredictable. He is capable of greatest feats and greatest atrocities."
The void darkens for a moment.
"I will be careful."
"Caution is a virtue," God says, his voice fading. "Perhaps the only thing that will keep you sane in that world."
The void trembles. The darkness thickens.
"Now," God whispers. "Go. Live. Survive."
Then, suddenly—light. Blinding light.
his senses explode.
A body. He has a *body*.
He is on Earth. Somewhere. Grass beneath bare feet. Cold air filling lungs that weren't breathing seconds ago.
A teenager looks down at himself. Young, maybe 16. Different from before.
And something *pulses* behind his eyes. A power waiting to be unlocked. The Sun.
His gloved hand came to his face he looked at it surprised. "Why do I-." he stopped mid-sentence his voice was different.
His voice is deeper now, carrying an echo that wasn't there before. His gloves are tight against his skin, hiding the intense heat radiating from his palms. He can feel it - the power coursing through his veins like liquid fire.
He slowly goes to a nearby river and looks into it.he wore a specialized suit of armor modeled after the Anti-Monitor. It was designed to constantly feed his cells yellow sunlight, keeping him at maximum power.He generally looks like a younger, slightly built teenager or young man with dark hair.
His reflection stares back - the face of a teenager who couldn't be older than 17. The dark hair, the sharp jaw, the eyes that seem... different now. More intense. Less human.
The armor feels *right*. It feels natural. Not like a costume but like an extension of his very body.
The sun rises over the horizon, casting golden rays across the landscape. As it does, he feels something stir within him. A warmth that spreads from his core to every fiber of his being. The armor absorbs the sunlight greedily, feeding it into his cells like fuel for an engine.
"flying cannot be that difficult right?" He said, just deciding to go with it he jumped in the air, and in an instant he was already on the moon.
The journey was... instant. One moment he was on Earth, feeling the wind on his face. The next—
Silence. Utter, complete silence.
He stands on the moon's surface, gray dust crunching beneath his boots. Earth hangs in the black sky like a blue marble, impossibly beautiful.
He didn't *feel* the journey. The speed erased distance from his reality.
"I'm so glad Superboy prime is one of the few variants of Superboy or Superman that can breathe in space." He said
He moves his fingers. The lack of atmosphere makes no difference to him. The armor supplies all the oxygen he needs. He takes a step forward, leaving a perfect imprint in the lunar dust. The Earth rotates slowly below him, continents and oceans visible in stunning detail.
He decided to test out how far he can actually go. He went to Saturn in two seconds.
Saturn. The crown jewel of the solar system.
One moment moon dust, the next—vast golden rings stretching across the darkness. The gas giant looms larger than life, swirling bands of amber and cream. The sun looks smaller from here, but the armor still draws power steadily.
Two seconds. He just crossed the distance between planets like it was a stroll across a room. The speed.
He realizes he could circle the entire planet's rings in seconds. That he could reach out and touch those icy particles if he wanted to. The scale of his power becomes clearer now. He's not just fast - he's *instantly* fast.
He decided to fly into the sun to charge up his suit and he got there in 10 seconds.
The sun. A roaring inferno of unimaginable proportions. Solar flares lick outward like tongues of fire. The heat is... nothing. His armor absorbs the radiation, converting it. His cells drink in the energy like a man dying of thirst.
Ten seconds. The distance from Saturn to the Sun—billions of kilometers—covered in ten seconds.
His power spikes.
The suit hums, yellow energy pulsing along the armor like veins of light. The heat intensifies, but he feels no discomfort. Instead, he feels stronger. More alive. The solar panels on his chest glow brighter, charging at an incredible rate. He's like a battery, soaking up power.With a thought, he launches himself back out of the sun, the sudden change in speed and temperature causing the armor to shine with a brief, intense glow. He emerges into the relative coolness of space, the suit now charged to its maximum capacity.